we lie side by side on the flawless white sand with our sand-trailed feet facing the crushing waves and our backs facing the sun, and we are mildly sun-baked and tingling red and we don’t move. then it begins and i close my eyes and smell the salt in the air and you trace asymptotes on the bare skin of my back which tickle my feeling glands with such intensity. control. but when your fingers proceed to dance a random tango i swear my heart starts melting (control.) as each dainty step oozes with loveliness that trickles down my spine and into my senses (control!). i move my head and my gaze meets yours; and (you continue tracing my back while) your deep ocean gaze ropes me into the sea of your mind for a bath, and i willingly push myself in, and it feels like drowning in ecstasy because i can still breathe. (phew.) i lie semi-delirious in your embrace. i am semi-conscious, languorous, giddy with happiness. when you smile your playful carribean smile sends a wave of ripples quivering through the still-water in my head and i feel overwhelmed, intoxicated, and suddenly alive. a sense of desire bubbles in me and spirals throughout my being. you hold out your hand and take mine in it and we stand up and begin to dance and -

“cut.” the cold command cuts the lingering smell of mild (wild?) passion, so that it stops at lingering. “you’re not doing it properly.”

but it was so real.

i sigh and we lie down again, on the flawless white sand, smelling the salt in the air. how many times do I have to go through this? my heart is going to snap.